I was lucky today. I was tested on things I had studied. There were things I didn't know, so I had to flub (WHY, after all these months, do I not know with confidence how and when prior convictions can be used against an accused???), but this afternoon, there was more that I knew, and I felt pretty good.

Except my hand. It hurt. Still does. 10 essays is a LOT.

I really freaked myself out last night. I was so tired, I had great, vast difficulties reviewing my state info for the essays. When I tried to look at the "Mass Distinctions," nothing felt familiar, and I felt like I would NOT be okay. I thought, "Zuska, you have done so many practice essays, and you've done well - just go read some essay Q's and their answers, and then you'll feel better." Instead, the questions seemed like they came from a different state, and the answers felt like they came from a different planet.

I went to bed thinking, "I'm not ready. I can't do this."

I was ready, though.

Except, I don't seem to know what the hell Miranda is, and I don't know what the effect is of a police officer not identifying himself, and abusing the crap out of someone for like 45 minutes before he finally says, "oh yeah, I'm a cop."

Also, when they say we are supposed to use IRAC, don't they mean, "just say, 'a property owner has no duty to trespassers'" and then move on? No? Really?

I'm all done.

Harry Potter, a bottle of wine, a pint of ice cream. That is my evening.